In my mind's eye the 1970s, the decade my parents met, is a time of perpetual sunshine. It's always Oregon, and orchestral AM Gold acoustic guitar music is playing, a little Gordon Lightfoot, a little Dan Fogelberg.
I want very much to go out west in the 1970s, in a pickup truck, or perhaps a convertible. I will never stop longing. It hurts so much it makes me want to die.
But that's okay. One day all sad things will come untrue.